ABSTRACT
One with two roadsters to Khusrau Parwíz In haste.by night with tidings from Írán. The messenger approached the youthful Sháh (The moon was one night old) and told what he Had heard of or had seen in that revolt. The young prince paled like flower of fenugreek, And cried : “ Whoever quitteth wisdom’s ways, Obeying impulse through his lack of knowledge, And fearless of the process of high heaven, His life will profit not. If I found pleasure In this thy tale of ill my food and sleep Would turn to fire, but though, what time my father Set hand to blood, I could no longer dwell Within Írán yet I am still his slave, And hearken to his words.”
